My father's house in Fraser. The second house I grew up in. I walk down the hall towards my bedroom. It's cold and dark as it always was. The oat colored carpet feels rough on my feet. I pass the closets that hold extra blankets and toys. My sister's dusty blue bedroom on the right is empty. The house is empty. My room is no longer pink. My little brother lives there now, but he's no where to be found. It's dark. Just a silhouette of trees outside the window. I look around the room and see the outline of an animal. It's my brother's dog bubba. I say come here. We cuddle in bed and fall asleep.
